Oh, hey! Turks ringtone. So, either it was Tseng, calling to bitch at Reno about something, or Elena, calling to... bitch at Reno about something, he supposed.
After all, he'd figured out why Tseng had let him take the day off early, last week. And he couldn't figure out for the life of him how that had gone, but he knew Tseng well enough to assume something not unlike the worst.
... Rude had his own ringtone. Because Reno had heard Kung-Fu Fighting while back on Fandom Island, and he'd figured that it fit. And so he was right out.
"Yo! Rookie!"
Someday, he'd bother to check his caller ID. Today, he'd settle for a lucky guess.
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After all, he'd figured out why Tseng had let him take the day off early, last week. And he couldn't figure out for the life of him how that had gone, but he knew Tseng well enough to assume something not unlike the worst.
... Rude had his own ringtone. Because Reno had heard Kung-Fu Fighting while back on Fandom Island, and he'd figured that it fit. And so he was right out.
"Yo! Rookie!"
Someday, he'd bother to check his caller ID. Today, he'd settle for a lucky guess.
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This was Reno's crankyface. Ugh, winter was on its way. And his plants were wilting. And it snowed.
Fuckers.
He didn't know who the fuckers in this situation were, exactly, but it seemed fitting enough.
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Some people seemed to think it was beautiful. Elena just found it to be cold, and frustrating.
"I ... need to talk to you about something," she said, bracing herself a little. After a moment, she added, "... not Tseng."
Since that was the default assumption, she would imagine.
So help her, she only held out a few seconds before tacking on, "... how is Tseng, anyway?"
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